"Oh, that sounds awful," Elsa says, pressing a hand to her heart. At least it's only a broken arm and not worse, since that sounds like a very dangerous situation to be in, but it's awful all the same. "Well, let me see... Perhaps carnations? They're bright and cheery, and they mean good health. We could throw in some snowdrops for a bit of white against the color. Those are for consoling someone."

They're also her codename, but that's neither here nor there. Some things don't bear sharing.